Bitter Chill

Yowza.. I’m trying to get in the habit of running every morning now, but a day like today can make me rethink that. My 20 minute run from Monday and Tuesday was brought down to about 10 minutes today, it was just too cold and they haven’t come near plowing my street here. I guess I should just put on the warmer gear and go for an extended walk instead.

I can’t just brush it off – I promised Clive I’d be at the Irish Spring Achilles Annual St Patrick’s Day 5k on March 13th. That’s not much time to get in running shape, that’s for sure.


The Amish Paradox?

Clive Cartlidge of has an interesting post today concerning a story in the LA Times on ‘The Amish Paradox’. It is based on ‘The French Paradox’, or the fact that the average French diet contains the highest fat content yet France has one of the lowest incidences of heart disease in the world.

Despite a high-calorie diet, the Amish community’s intensely physical lifestyle produces a strikingly low rate of obesity (around 4% – compared to the U.S. population figure of 31%) . Forget the standard-issue health and fitness resolutions that include joining a gym, going to yoga and eating a high-protein diet. The best way to get in shape may just be to toss a few bales of hay and wash buckets of wet clothes by hand.
An exercise science professor has discovered that a pocket of Old Order Amish folks near Waterloo, Ontario has stunningly low obesity levels, despite a diet high in fat, calories and refined sugar – exactly the stuff doctors tell us not to eat.

As Clive notes, perhaps it’s time to stop concentrating on the latest magic pill and fad diet and notice that, as a society, we continue to eat more and move less, something that probably contributes to rampant obesity far more than a slice of bread does.

Attention Wrestling Fans

A couple weeks back I expressed my disinterest with the WWE and their product, and Clive had tried to sway me back to the dark side. For anyone that doubted me before, I present to you a recap of a segment from last night’s WWE Raw broadcast. This should erase any questions of why I would give up on wrestling. Because it’s not wrestling. Taken from

Terri was stationed outside Kane’s locker room. She hoped to talk with him after the video aired. Meanwhile, Jonathan Coachman interviewed HHH, who said the video would prove Kane is not only a murderer, but a twisted psychopath as well. And then it aired. The video began with a warning that it contained offensive content and that viewer discretion was advised. It should have warned that the video would offend anyone with an IQ above that of a stalk of celery. It showed a funeral home chapel with a coffin. There was a female dummy in the coffin, supposedly Katie Vick. HHH came in, wearing a Kane mask and pretending to be Kane. He told Katie she looked better dead than alive. He blamed her for the accident, saying if she had just let him have his way with her, he wouldn’t have swerved off the road and crashed. He then began groping her breasts. This was sick and was getting sicker by the minute. He took off her bra and panties, and sniffed the panties. She was wearing a cheerleader outfit, by the way. One wonders what the WWE writing crew do in their spare time. And it got worse. HHH actually got inside the coffin and pretended to have sex with Katie as blissful music played and the camera focused on flowers and candles and other funeral chapel paraphenalia. After he “finished”, he reached inside the dummy’s head and pulled out a handful of mush, bragging that he screwed her brains out.

Any questions?

I *really* hope some stockholders bring this up at the next WWE shareholders meeting. The McMahons really need to explain how they can put this on television, and then produce more video games and action figures for the kids. Not only am I not watching this stuff anymore, but I swear to you if I had kids they wouldn’t be watching it either.